I
Screams of fury resound in my head
Never to be heard,
By anyone but me.
Futile tears hammer nails
Into the backs of my eyes,
Eyelids, keeping them at bay.
Tears never to be seen.
Only felt,
By me.
The faint tremors of repression
Skitter through my body.
“Control, control, control”
The mantra of my enraged soul.
Gasping, my lungs search
Valiantly for oxygen.
My heart thunders uncontrollably.
And, it just never ends.
Somedays I’m scared, I’ll lose the battle,
Other days it’s not so bad.
But the screams never cease,
And the words form a torturous litany
Marching timelessly to the drum
Of my beleaguered heart.
II
The fear strides tirelessly
Control, control, control
The mantra of my soul
But fear never subsides
Aiding the rage,
An ever loyal ally.
His malicious eyes blazing
Behind my shuttered eyes,
Cajoling, whipping, beating
Threatening his tear sized slaves,
Into increasingly frenzied, hammering.
All against the hellish backdrop
Of my silently, echoing, screams.
III
And when will this torment end?
I moan softly to myself.
Sitting in the darkened depths
Of my room.
Surrounded by the family of my heart,
None of them could guess
What’s happening inside
This decaying vessel.
With my arms around my legs,
Head laid upon my knees
Eyes stare, almost lifeless, unseeing
At the sunshine yellow wall,
The sun will rise soon,
But still, the screams go on.
Author notes
I wrote this today, in about a 1/2hour. I was truly raging, and couldn't let it out other than on paper...I realise it's a bit scrappy...but then, it's exactly how I was feeling in that moment.
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Comments
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Your poem is great and wonderful it is agreat piece of writing well done good luck.
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You did an exellent job on your penning.I really like the imagery and emotion you spilled upon the page
At first i thought it was a nightmare or some lsd trip of some sort
But truly I felt your anger within this poem.Thanks for sharing and best of wishes to you
Tony
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True powerful emotion is my favorite kind of poetry. You have wonderful imagery and metaphores. This was wonderful.
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I can feel this....rage is ever only a slip away...that feeling of being caged...control.....I think you have done a great job with the imagery...powerful....great poem
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